The faery’s eyes flashed a neon blue, shuddering at the woman’s words. Sometimes she hated being a Fae- A succubus, a woman of passion, but she certainly didn’t hate it now.
“Well, that is certainly something I could not pass.”
Morgana felt her emerald eyes flash her faery blue colour once more, and she felt a soft chuckle escape her lips. “Mmm, indeed miss.” She smirked softly then slowly stood up straight, holding her hand out for her. Her eyes filled with lust and passion.
Summer laid her hand in Morgana’s, allowing herself to be pulled to her feet. She took another step, and pulled Morgana into her arms, lifting her face to kiss the faery.
Morgana smiled softly, watching Summer carefully as she raised to her feet. Her eyes sparkled back to Emerald, and slowly her arms slid around her waist, her head dipping in to kiss her passionately, her fingers drawing invisible circles on her back.
Summer fell apart under that mouth, clinging as though she would never let go. She wrapped her hand into the dark hair, pressing her body to Morgana’s, and whined softly. The touch of the lady’s hands was like fire in her veins, the best burn.